by J. M. Walker
“It’s an hour bus ride from here.” Baxter rose to his full height. “My clients will not be paying you any money so don’t even bother asking. I should have you charged for even pretending to sell your grandchild.”
Jenna stood from her chair. “My client—”
“Don’t,” Baxter barked. “I’ll deal with you later.”
Her mouth snapped shut but the lethal death stare she gave him, should have made him cringe. Instead, it made him chuckle.
“We’re done here,” Baxter told me, heading to the door. “And thank you for wasting my client’s time and for stressing them out over this matter. I’ll be sure to make note of the issues and have the restraining order against Brett removed from his record. Instead, the restraining order will be placed on you, Roxane. In fact, I’ll make sure you’re charged with having Brett’s stockroom trashed and for crank calling Evvie. That’s harassment.”
“That was you?” I asked the older woman who should have known better.
“I was trying to get your attention.” She shrugged. “Make you squirm a bit.”
“It sounds like you should be the one in the hospital and not your daughter.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I don’t want her charged. The stockroom is cleaned up already. That shit is old news. I just want to move on.”
Baxter blinked once, twice, before he responded. “You sure?”
“Yes.” I waved my hand in front of me. “Continue.”
“Alright then.” He met Roxane’s surprised stare. “If I ever hear of you even breathing the same air as them…” A wicked grin spread on his face. “Actually, threatening you is beneath me. And since I’m still on the clock, I’ll leave that to your imagination.” And with that, he left the room.
“What the hell, Jenna?” Roxane demanded, spinning on her lawyer. “What just happened?”
“We got played by the devil himself,” Jenna mumbled.
“Let’s go.” Evvie tugged my arm.
We followed Baxter out of the room and into the elevator before any of us said a word.
“I don’t even know what happened in there but thank you.” Evvie hugged her arms around his middle. Her breath hitched. “Thank you.”
“It’s my job.” He stiffened, his gaze snapping to mine.
I only clapped him on the shoulder. “Yes, thank you.”
And for the first time ever, I didn’t want to gut another man for hugging my wife.
***
(Evvie)
I wasn’t sure what happened but Baxter saved our lives.
While we sat in our living room later that night, he continued to tell us how he came about the information regarding Claire.
“I had to pull some strings and I now owe a couple of favors, but for you two, it was damn worth it.” Baxter took a swig of his beer. “Seeing Roxane’s face was priceless.”
“I think you were trying to impress Jenna.” I pointed my beer bottle at him. “Weren’t you?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He winked, taking another long pull of his beer.
Brett chuckled beside me, resting his arm across my lap.
“I’ve set up an appointment for you both to go see Claire and I emailed you all of the information, Brett.” Baxter stood, stretching his arms up and over his head. “Now as much as I would like to sit and shoot the shit, I have an errand to run.”
“Is that errand’s name Jenna?” I teased.
“Don’t be nosy.” Brett laughed, kissing my cheek.
“I’m not.” I thrust my arm out in Baxter’s direction. “Clearly the guy is smitten.”
Baxter rolled his eyes. “I’m nothing of the sort.” He paused, letting out a huff a moment later. “It’s complicated.”
I giggled. “Right.”
Brett and I followed him to the door, giving him our goodbyes.
I hugged him one last time before he left. “Thank you. For everything.”
“Just doing my job.” He smiled softly and quickly left our house.
“I think you scared him away with talking about Jenna,” Brett teased.
“I did not.” I playfully elbowed him in the ribs, igniting a bubble of laughter from us both. This was nice. Play fighting and teasing each other like old times.
“I love you, beautiful girl.” He kissed me softly on the mouth.
“I love you deep,” I whispered.
Brett grinned, giving me a wink.
I watched him as he walked down the hall to his office, whistling a happy tune. It had been a long time since I heard him whistle, let alone be happy. Today lifted a huge weight off of our shoulders. Now we just had to worry about meeting up with Claire and figuring out what to do with Storm. And find out if she was in fact Brett’s or not.
My stomach twisted over the idea. I didn’t like knowing he got to someone else first but knowing that he didn’t have sex with her after we broke up the one and only time, helped ease the anxiety coursing through me.
I let out a heavy sigh, gave myself a shake, and went about cleaning up the kitchen.
Brett was still healing from his injuries, but tonight, I needed him. I didn’t care how it happened, we would have sex. Hard. Soft. Rough. Passionate. I didn’t care. It was going to happen no matter how much I had to seduce my husband.
Evvie
ONCE BAXTER LEFT , I called Anna to make sure the kids weren’t driving them too crazy. As usual, she said they were just fine and she loved having them.
I missed our children but after arguing, Anna and Evan insisted on taking the kids for the night to give Brett and I some time alone.
But why all of a sudden did I feel nervous?
While Brett finished up some work in his office, I got ready for bed. As I stood at the entrance to the bathroom, I glanced back into our bedroom. I had made the bed that morning out of habit. Clothes were put away. Furniture was dusted. Everything was in order and in its rightful place.
It was how Brett had always wanted things. Until recently that is. Not that he was ever on me about keeping the house clean. He would just put things away himself. So out of habit, I started doing the same so he wouldn’t have to.
But it was too damn perfect.
Ripping the blankets off the bed, I threw them on the floor. Then came the top sheet. I pulled it back, tugging it free from the confines of the mattress.
“Evvie?”
I jumped, spinning on my heel and found Brett staring back at me with his eyes narrowed.
“What are you doing?” he asked, nodding toward the bed that was now unkempt.
“I’m not sure.” I hugged the sheet to myself. “It’s just too perfect. Everything is too perfect. It doesn’t make sense. It’s not right. It’s…”
“Hey.” Brett quickly came toward me and cupped my cheek. “What’s going on?”
“I don’t know.” And then it dawned on me. “I’m scared. I know today went well, all things considered, but I feel like it’s the calm before the storm. Nothing comes easy for us, Brett.”
“Maybe this time it finally does,” he suggested, pinching my chin.
“I wish I could believe that.” I wrapped my arms around his middle, leaning my head against his chest. “Help me believe it.”
“I will.” He cupped my nape, running his thumb along the side of my throat.
I knew he would and I prayed that he was right. I couldn’t go through any more stress. None of us could.
“Evvie.” Brett kissed my head. Cupping my jaw, he forced my head back.
I swallowed hard at the intensity in his deep blue eyes.
“I have you all to myself tonight,” he purred. “What do you suggest we do?”
“W-we can go to the basement,” I offered, a lick of warmth spreading over my skin.
“As much as I like that idea…” He brushed his mouth softly over mine. “We can do that later. After I’ve already made love to this sweet body.”
“Okay,” I breathed.
He pulled back, re
leasing me completely. “Strip.”
“I have a better idea.” I closed the distance between us, grabbed his shirt and pulled his head down to meet the impact of my mouth.
He groaned, roaming his hands down the length of my body.
Snaking my arms around his neck, I deepened the kiss, taking and giving everything that made up us.
Brett cupped my ass, lifted me in his arms, and pushed me up against my dresser.
I gasped, wrapping my legs around his hips.
He rubbed his pelvis against mine, the erection he was sporting in his pants, proving how much he wanted me.
Inching a hand under my thigh, he pushed my dress to my hips as he ground harder into me.
Every inch of me came alive. No matter how many years had gone by, our sex life never diminished. It only became hotter and more intense.
“Fuck, Evvie.” He nipped my bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth.
I whimpered, the sharp pain shooting straight to my clit.
Brett grabbed my wrists, holding my arms above my head and continued grinding into me.
I panted, leaning back on the dresser. Giving him every inch of me, I spread my legs even wider for him.
He smirked, holding my wrists in place with one hand and brushing his other down the center of my torso. “So fucking beautiful.” Inching his fingers beneath the strap of my dress, he tugged, ripping it free from the fabric.
I swallowed hard, keeping my eyes trained on his face as he ripped my dress off of my body.
He repeated the movement with the other strap. The front of my dress fell forward, revealing my naked breasts. They had become fuller since having kids but the dress gave them enough support that I didn’t need to wear a bra. Brett looked at them like he wanted to fuck the heavy weights.
He licked his lips, his deep sapphire eyes darkening. His thumb passed over a nipple and was soon replaced by his mouth. His teeth sunk into the nub, forcing my eyes to well up, but the delicious pain sent a surge of heat racing through my body.
Brett cupped my breast, pushing it further into his mouth. He groaned, sucking and biting. Licking and devouring.
“Hold on to the mirror,” he demanded, pulling me off the dresser and putting me on my feet. He spun me around, placing a soft peck on my shoulder. “If you let go, I will deny you access to my cock.”
I did as he said, digging my fingers into the wooden frame.
“Can you see how much you want me?” He kissed my cheek. “Look at your reflection, Evvie. Look at how much you want your husband.”
I met my own gaze, my pussy dripping even more at the sight of him standing behind me, ready to take me like a savage animal.
Lowering to his knees behind, he lifted my dress up and over my ass. His hands massaged and kneaded my flesh. In a quick move, he ripped my panties off of me. His fingers spread me apart for his viewing pleasure, my soaked core earning me a grunt of approval.
“Your pussy is drenched, Evvie,” Brett said, his voice low and husky. His finger swiped from my core to my clit, spreading the juices from my body over my swollen center. “Do you want my tongue?”
“Yes,” I whimpered. “Please.”
“Where?” he asked, rubbing his thumb back and forth over my clit.
I threw my head back, a low moan escaping my throat.
“Tell me where, Evvie. Where do you want my tongue?”
“Everywhere,” I cried out, pushing into his hand.
“Be specific,” he demanded, smacking my ass. “Tell me where the fuck you want my tongue.”
My knees shook, the sting of his palm enveloping me in a blanket of undying want. “In my pussy.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, running his thumb from my clit to the crack in my ass. “Are you sure you don’t want it somewhere else?”
I swallowed hard. We had played over the years, testing our boundaries and pushing each other out of our comfort zone but I found Brett only got dirtier with age. “I want whatever you have to give me.”
“Not the answer I was looking for, Evvie.” He thrust a finger into my pussy, followed by a second and then a third. “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”
I moaned, undulating my hips against the deep thrusts of his fingers. “You always give me what I want.”
Brett kissed my tailbone. “I want to give you more,” he said, hooking an arm around my waist and inserting a fourth finger deep inside me.
I gasped, my body stretching around him.
“I want to fulfill all of those dark fantasies I know you have. I want to play with your mind and mold you into what I want. What I need. What I fucking crave.”
Before I could respond, his mouth was between the cheeks of my ass.
I cried out, shaking against him as his hand picked up speed and his tongue thrust into a part of my body that had only ever been given to him.
He hummed, groaned, feasting on my lower half all the while shoving me over that delicious edge.
Brett ate me like a starved man. He was feral in the way he devoured my body, licking and sucking until spots danced in my vision.
“Oh God. Brett, please.”
His fingers pushed into me, going as deep as my body would allow while his tongue fucked the tight rim at my rear.
“I…God…” I shook against him, making sure not to let go of the edge of the mirror.
He growled, gripped my ass and spread me open. “So fucking good.”
“Baby, please.”
“Call me Sir ,” he demanded, smacking my ass. “And nothing else. If I so much as hear another name from your lips, I’ll fuck you until you pass out.”
“Sir,” I sobbed. “I need you.”
“You may think you do but you don’t. Not yet.” He dove back between my legs, pushing further and further into me until I broke.
I screamed, shattering around him.
Brett kissed my tailbone and rose to his full height behind me. Cupping my throat, he removed his hand from my lower body. “You want my cock deep in this cunt, little girl?” he asked, his mouth brushing over the shell of my ear.
“Yes, Sir.”
He reached between us, lowered his zipper and beat the head of his dick against the flesh of my ass.
I shivered, pushing back into him. “Please.”
“Tell me you love me,” he demanded, pushing the tip into me but not enough.
I needed more. I always needed more from this man.
“Tell me you will do anything to please me.” He thrust forward a little but he still wasn’t all the way in.
“Yes,” I cried out. “I will do anything.”
“Then show me, Evvie. Show me how much you want to please me.” His hold on my throat tightened, his fingers pressing down gently on my jugular.
Arching into him, I slammed my ass against his pelvis, taking him to the full hilt of my soul.
“That’s it. Show me what you want.” He pressed down even more, cutting off my air supply.
While Brett remained still, I took from him what I needed. My hips thrust forward and back, taking every inch of him that belonged to me.
With his hand wrapped around my throat and his cock deep in my pussy, I was completely consumed by my husband.
Brett leaned back, grabbed hold of my hips, and hammered into me with so much strength, I nearly fell to the floor by the ferocity of his thrusts.
“My beautiful wife.” He released me suddenly. “I’m bored,” he said, taking a step back. His dark gaze zeroed in on mine. “How are you going to entertain me?”
I swallowed hard, glancing down at his hard erection pointing toward his belly button.
Closing the distance between us, I knelt and waited.
He grinned, running his thumb over my mouth. “I like the way your mind works.”
Brett
“I’VE MADE PLANS for us,” I told Evvie, zipping up my pants.
“Plans?” She rolled over onto her stomach. “What kind of plans?”
/> “We’re meeting Matteo and Mae for dinner.” I didn’t get the sentence out before Evvie squealed and jumped in my arms.
I laughed.
“Oh, I’ve missed her. It’s been way too long.”
“So, you don’t miss Matteo?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She scoffed. “I see him all the time. I haven’t seen Mae in months.”
“You chat almost every day,” I reminded her, placing her gently on the bed.
“True but that’s not the same.” Evvie rose from the bed when I stepped in front of her. “Shouldn’t I get ready?”
“Not yet.” I pulled an object out of my back pocket.
“Where the hell do you think you’re putting that?” she asked, pointing at the toy in my hand.
I chuckled. “Lay on the bed, Evvie.”
“Brett, you can’t be serious.” Her eyes were wide but dark with lust. I knew she wanted it. I could tell by the flush in her cheeks.
“It’s soft.” I grabbed her hand and placed the toy on her palm. “It’s made out of silicone.”
“I can only assume that this goes in my ass and this part goes in my pussy and this…” She pinched the end that would clip onto her clit. “Um…I don’t know what this does.”
Placing my hand against her chest, I gently pushed her back onto the bed. “I’ll show you, lover. Trust me, you’ll enjoy my toy and if you don’t…” A wicked grin spread on my face. “It’ll only be because you’ve misbehaved. Now spread your legs.”
She did as she was told, opening herself to me.
“Do you trust me?” I asked, kneeling between her legs and kissed her knee.
“With my life,” she answered automatically.
My heart warmed. I was thankful for Baxter and what he had done today because if the meeting with Roxane hadn’t gone well, I feared that Evvie and I would never be the same.
“Good girl.” I blew across her mound, brushing the back of my knuckles over the soft skin. “You’re going to be wearing this for twenty-four hours. Anna and Evan have the kids until tomorrow night. Unless we’re fucking or when you have to hit the washroom or I’m cleaning it, this will be inside you.” I tapped her inner thigh. “Spread yourself for me.”